going to a town
that is this town that is the town that rufus wainwright played in just blocks from my apartment two nights ago after which I have not stopped singing in my head and out loud his exuberant or melancholy or exuberantly melancholy songs. I think something broke open inside me that night and has stayed broken open. I feel all raw inside.
in other news, I read yesterday that there was a tornado in brooklyn. I hope people and people's houses and cars and my favorite taco stand are okay. also, and does a body need to say it? how surreal. really - it puts the elder french to shame.